20. VI. 08.

My dear Mama! I haven't written to you for some time. I think the last time was a postcard from London.[251] I arrived from there ill—I had caught an intestinal catarrh. Now I've recovered, started eating properly, and after the diet I always feel hungry. I've taken up work again.

We are living as before. The weather has been extremely unsettled. Now it's heat, stuffiness and thunderstorms. Then rain and cold, like today. Summer isn't settling in.

How are you getting on in the country? I hope Manyasha has recovered completely. We'll be waiting for her to come to us. My warmest greetings to Mita.

I embrace you warmly, my dear.

Your V. Ulyanov

* See the present volume, pp. 238–240. Ed.